Disclaimer: Don't own it, though I wish I did.
A/N: Part 2 of 2. Set in the future. Just a little reminder of how much Seth loves Summer…read and review!
Three days before Seth was set to leave, he'd called Summer one last time.
Claiming it was urgent, Seth had tricked Summer into coming over that very moment.
The rain was coming down in violent sheets, so Seth had insisted on meeting in the lobby of his apartment building.
"Seth, what is it? What happened?" Summer ran through the doors, nearly knocking over the doorman, Henry.
Seth hugged Summer tightly. "Now that you're here, everything's okay," he whispered.
"Seth," Summer's voice was cold, distant, devoid of any passion or sentiment for her former boyfriend. Seth's heart fell when she didn't call him Cohen. He'd come to love that name, and hearing her say it was just a reminder of their once skeptical relationship.
"Seth," she repeated. "Do not tell me you made me rush over here, just so you could see me. 'Cause if that's all, I'm leaving."
"No, Summer, wait," Seth pleaded, as the raven-haired beauty—his former raven-haired beauty—proceeded to spin out of the revolving doors. She turned around, exasperation shining in her eyes.
"What?" This time, the voice wasn't bland and dull. It was laced with remorse, sorrow, and was that a tinge of affection?
"Summer, I'll stay in Chicago. I'll stay even if they threaten to fire me if I don't move. I'd do it in a second, if I could just be with you," Seth admitted, feeling the heat spread from his heart to his cheeks.
There.
He'd said it.
And if Summer didn't accept him now, Seth was leaving.
To New York.
"Seth," Summer bit her lip and Seth could tell she was trying not to cry, "I can't do that to you."
With that, she exited the building, and became lost in the swirling downpour.
Seth stood there, trying to absorb the shock of rejection.
He hadn't planned for Summer to not take him back.
No, he hadn't planned for that at all.
"What are you waiting for? Go catch her, before she slips through your fingers," Henry winked, holding open the normal door for Seth to run through. He tipped his hat at Seth.
"Summer," Seth shouted, but his words were drowned in the roar of the torrent. He spotted a short, dark haired woman, who could only be Summer.
She was drenched, and her hair and clothes were plastered to her body.
"Summer," Seth shouted again, running over to her.
She turned around.
Were those tears or raindrops?
"Please, Summer, I'm begging you. Take me back."
Summer debated doing what Seth was asking.
She couldn't let him give up this once in a lifetime opportunity. New York was, like, the dream he'd had since he'd started working at the firm as an intern.
"I'm not taking no for an answer," Seth announced, dropping to one knee.
For a brief second, Summer thought Seth had fallen, and bent to give him a hand.
Then she was what was in his hand.
"Summer, will you marry me?" Seth asked hopefully. He opened the black crushed velvet box to reveal a large, shimmering diamond set in platinum.
"Oh, Seth," Summer cried. "Yes."
Seth scooped Summer into his arms, twirling her around in the driving rain.
So he'd lost the job, but he'd gotten the girl.
Not just any girl.
Summer.
"We're going to New York," Summer murmured in his ear.
"What?" Seth set Summer down and kissed her on the forehead.
"I said," Summer repeated, "We're going to New York!"
They were going to New York.
They were really going to New York!
New York was worth it, Seth concluded.
With Summer by his side, Seth would've gone anywhere.
Grinning from ear to ear, Seth swept Summer into his arms, ignoring the pounding rains, the loud city noises, and the curious passerby.
All too soon the skies cleared up, the rain slowed, and a rainbow pushed through the retreating storm clouds.
It was then that Seth knew.
He and Summer were meant to be.